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Today we interview the developer of the new Austen Admirers App, Screenshot_6_6_13_8_40_AM-2013-06-7-07-00.jpg now out for your tablets and phones. A place to get all the latest news of those writing in the Austen sub genre or Regency genre. (Such as I)

So tell us a little bit about Angie and Austen first. How did you come to Jane Austen. What keeps you invovled.

Last year for Mother’s Day, my then 8 year-old daughter, Joey, had a school assignment where she had to describe her mom. She drew an indian chief. Underneath of her drawing she wrote, ‘My mom is an indian chief because she has ideas, and she likes to be in charge.’ I thought I was going to die laughing. Never before have I been described so well, so succinctly.

Liking Austen turned into devotion after my total hysterectomy in November 2009. Adjusting to the loss of hormones felt like I had become manic-depressive. While recovering from surgery, I watched ‘Lost in Austen’ Screenshot_6_6_13_8_35_AM-2-2013-06-7-07-00.jpg on Netflix. For 3 hours, I forgot about any pain and was absorbed in the story. Soon after, I discovered JAFF (Jane Austen Fan Fiction) authors in my local library.

2) Now tell us a little about the project. What made you decide that we all needed this excellent work, and why you wanted to do it.

This brings me back to ANOTHER surgery. Last year at this time, I had an MRI done that showed two herniated discs and bone spurs in my neck. Sitting at a computer was excruciating. I could still hold my iPad for a time, but got very tired searching for JAFF blog posts. I wanted something that could do it for me. Since I have some web/graphic design/app experience, I decided to try.

The first thing I did was to estimate the cost of getting it built – since this would be a mobile app, there are high hosting charges versus a normal website’s hosting charges. I know that I couldn’t float it alone. The next thing I did was a small amount of market research with JAFF bloggers and authors. Would they be willing to pay a subscription fee a year? What was reasonable?

One of the most surprising things I have learned since reading JAFF is how little most authors make. A subscription based system wouldn’t fly. The next option was Kickstarter. The risk was that I knew I would have to do a tremendous amount of work, including building a scaled-down version of the app ahead of time, with no guarantee that it would all be for naught. Thankfully, the JAFF community has been so supportive!

3) So A new person with just a little bit of an Austen Fandom awakening finds the APP, what do you think they will do with it, or get from it?

It’s hard to describe what a new person to JAFF will think about it. I modeled the app to the needs of the biggest JAFF fan I know – me. There are many things I ‘geek’ out over, but the ‘geeking’ always takes the same course. Give me the posts, authors, and blogs immediately, and in the easiest way possible. I’m hoping that other new JAFF fans will enjoy discovering new stories and authors just as much as I have!

4) And now, where do you think we will be with Austen Admirers a year from now? What new additions do you envision adding to it?

After the implementation of the new API, the first thing I want to do is to be able to put it into Kindle and Windows stores. After that, I’ll add a twitter feed tab. This fall, I’ll dive into some code to see if I can teach myself how to star blog posts and save them offline. The influence of a 200 year-old author continues to inspire this indian chief!

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It has been just a few days but I am writing quickly these days. Cramming a lot out. Though I have slowed down this week over the last three. For three weeks I wrote at the pace of 50,000 words each week. Now I am slowing down to 40,000 words so I do more with my day then just write.

This is a graph of my writing for the weeks of 2011. The amount shown for Week 6 is on Wednesday, the middle of the day with four more days to write.

My February 2011 Writing log started on Monday so at the moment I am just that 15K words into the month.

My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance is now 60,000 and a little less than half way. The Prize is not as Great as You Think combines those elements along with part of a plot line I had thought about a few years ago and jotted down. My notes of story ideas and plots go back for years. At one time I would wake from a dream and jot down the idea. Last night I had a dream I thought was going somewhere as well and the watching Lights Out today I saw that some of my dream stems from that as well as the George Clooney  picture from last year, Up in the Air. The premise of my dream was that there was a deal, a business deal and the hero, me of course, was the smart guy, while the other side of the deal was clearly the costar of Up in the Air, Vera Farmiga.

She was the hot number in the plot that was a great Wall Streeter with access to a lot of venture capital. I was in the position with Raymond Enkeboll Designs that I used to hold and advising how to do a deal. Something happened that caused the hot number to scrag the deal which was fine with our hero for he had booked an adjoining room to the hottie and they they took forward a similar deal together making more than either would working for the man.

Who knows, one day I may add to the idea and make a story from it.

In the meantime we are at 218K words for the year and this is the beginning of the 2nd chapter from The Prize is not as Great as You Think:

2) All The Little Pieces

The manor house, near the outskirts of the city was very fashionable. Reginald had seen it before more than once, though he had avoided the inside. He smiled to himself for the expression like the plaque came to mind. Not that Princess Margaritte, was anything at all like that. Just that an alliance, a marriage would signify the end of his life of freedom. That he would have to start serious work here in the principality. Work that his father was more than qualified for and willing to do.

With that understood, why then should he worry about taxes, and bread, Germans and railways? Father actually wanted to make all those decisions. He complained all the time that it was too much and he needed help, but Reginald had learned early on that was not the case. That when he had offered to help when he was younger, the Grand Prince would smile and then thank him. Father would say it was noble of him to offer but that Reginald should enjoy his life before he was forced to wear the crown and make such decisions.

After offering a half a dozen times, perhaps more over the years to really work on serious matters, and always being refused, Reginald took to heart that he should indulge himself. Perhaps he had overdone it. Certainly the press loved him for overindulgence. He was advised by the owners of not only the papers from Steilenberg, but those in the provinces, that he contributed greatly to their profits. Everyone wanted to read about what he was doing, or planning to do. They liked pictures of the beautiful women he dated, and fortunately they papers only called it dating. Should they report on how many women he slept with, and sometimes more than one, his reputation might not have been so great amongst the people.

He had one affair that had been placed in the papers so long ago now that no one remembered. It had caused him grief and he had come to an understanding then with the papers. They could report on all sorts of things that he did, but what happened in his bed, and who with, were never to be reported.

“Highness,” he saluted by sharply bringing his heels together. Then he leaned over and kissed the proffered hand. Margaritte didn’t rise when he entered, for she too was a princess of the Fitzroy Perry blood. Though he did outrank her, she was establishing her rights. He had encountered such women before. And of course he had met Margaritte many times. She was one of the most beautiful ladies in Steilenberg. He agreed with his father about that. Was she the woman he would marry, that still was to be determined.

“You do me great honor by visiting and so early in the day? Why I think the sun has only been up a few short hours.”

“Yes, I saw it rise for I have not been to sleep yet. Too much to do and so I must burn that candle at both ends.”

She trilled, for that was what her laugh was. Like a little precious bird. Blond hair, a descendent of one of the infusions from the north. She was one of the many cousins, and anyone who had the least amount of Fitzroy Perry blood seemed to want to proclaim that they were a cousin. Not that his cousin Gerald did, fool. He would have to tell him that the next time he came to town he need use some scent or other to hide the smell of his cows.

Perhaps that would be a good reason to marry, then he would place children between the man and the throne. Every son would cause the need for his cousin Gerald to come to the capital less frequently. “What would you say to eight sons?” He asked Margaritte. Not only because the thought occurred to him just then, but also eight would be needed to bear the damn platform with St. Michael atop it. He was still sore from that. Sure that he had torn a muscle in his shoulder.

“Eight, I think you need to first marry, and then we shall discuss it.” She smiled but he saw that it did not reach her eyes. She was calculating what that question had meant.

“You must meet my cousin Gerald. You know he is next in line to the throne after me? It so irks Athalan. My brother has never accepted that he is not in the line of succession.”

“I do not think of Athalan much,” Margaritte said.

Reginald nodded, “You know most women are like that, but I think that is a mistake. Not that women should like him for his charms or his looks, though you would think with his parents he would look better. No, I think women should like Athalan for his ambition. And what he will do with that ambition should he find he is disliked.”

She laughed again but not the trill she had before. This was forced. “You make him sound dangerous.”

Reginald nodded, “He is probably the most dangerous man I know. I fear that in the years to come we may find out just how dangerous he is. Father refuses to see it. You should know this also should I court you to be my bride and then the Grand Princess. If we were to have any sons, Athalan would not necessarily be there friend.”

She did not laugh, “If you feel this way, then why not exile him? Surely you could arrange that.”

“He is the son of my father, and he is my brother. I know his ambitions seethes inside of him but until he acts upon it, I will do nothing. It is an unspoken truce between us. He wants recognition for all his efforts for a country he will never lead. I pretend that when I am Grand Prince I will do something to aid in his desires.”

She shook her pretty blonde head. She was twenty three he had been told and overripe for marriage. But she was holding herself out for the biggest fish that she could find, and that was him. Did that make cousin Gerald the second biggest fish? Smelling of fish and cow, the man was intolerable.

Well once Reginald was wed and producing some boys, then it would not matter. Cousin Gerald could stay in the country forever. There were other younger cousins who could carry the damn platform during the pageant. And if he had hurt his shoulder, then Reginald would force his father to take a flux and stay in bed next pageant. That was a way to get out of carrying the dame platform. If he had to act as regent for his father for even an hour, it would supersede all other duties and requirements. Athalan had told him that, but only after they got to the damn top of the hill and the Palace gates this year.

Gratitude Log

  1. El Pollo Loco-The Tostada Bowls–I have been eating these for a number of years and though I typically do not like mexican food, the bowls not only have edible food within, but the bowl themselves are edible.
  2. Campbell’s Soup–During the cold drinking these were great. Cream of Mushroom is especially my favorite and Ralphs has been selling them for $1.
  3. Apple iBooks–Still finding new, free books to download. Last night Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse.
  4. Edgar Rice Burroughs –Wrote a Ruritanian Romance called The Mad King . I am rereading again on my iPhone courtesy of iBooks .
  5. Wishlists–What an incredible and powerful thing when you are broke. Really broke and going into your retirement savings to pay for food. Just place things on the Wishlist when you see what you would like to have and one day, perhaps you can get them.

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It has been just a few days but I am writing quickly these days. Cramming a lot out. Though I have slowed down this week over the last three. For three weeks I wrote at the pace of 50,000 words each week. Now I am slowing down to 40,000 words so I do more with my day then just write.

This is a graph of my writing for the weeks of 2011. The amount shown for Week 6 is on Wednesday, the middle of the day with four more days to write.

My February 2011 Writing log started on Monday so at the moment I am just that 15K words into the month.

My exploration into a Ruritanian Romance is now 60,000 and a little less than half way. The Prize is not as Great as You Think combines those elements along with part of a plot line I had thought about a few years ago and jotted down. My notes of story ideas and plots go back for years. At one time I would wake from a dream and jot down the idea. Last night I had a dream I thought was going somewhere as well and the watching Lights Out today I saw that some of my dream stems from that as well as the George Clooney  picture from last year, Up in the Air. The premise of my dream was that there was a deal, a business deal and the hero, me of course, was the smart guy, while the other side of the deal was clearly the costar of Up in the Air, Vera Farmiga.

She was the hot number in the plot that was a great Wall Streeter with access to a lot of venture capital. I was in the position with Raymond Enkeboll Designs that I used to hold and advising how to do a deal. Something happened that caused the hot number to scrag the deal which was fine with our hero for he had booked an adjoining room to the hottie and they they took forward a similar deal together making more than either would working for the man.

Who knows, one day I may add to the idea and make a story from it.

In the meantime we are at 218K words for the year and this is the beginning of the 2nd chapter from The Prize is not as Great as You Think:

2) All The Little Pieces

The manor house, near the outskirts of the city was very fashionable. Reginald had seen it before more than once, though he had avoided the inside. He smiled to himself for the expression like the plaque came to mind. Not that Princess Margaritte, was anything at all like that. Just that an alliance, a marriage would signify the end of his life of freedom. That he would have to start serious work here in the principality. Work that his father was more than qualified for and willing to do.

With that understood, why then should he worry about taxes, and bread, Germans and railways? Father actually wanted to make all those decisions. He complained all the time that it was too much and he needed help, but Reginald had learned early on that was not the case. That when he had offered to help when he was younger, the Grand Prince would smile and then thank him. Father would say it was noble of him to offer but that Reginald should enjoy his life before he was forced to wear the crown and make such decisions.

After offering a half a dozen times, perhaps more over the years to really work on serious matters, and always being refused, Reginald took to heart that he should indulge himself. Perhaps he had overdone it. Certainly the press loved him for overindulgence. He was advised by the owners of not only the papers from Steilenberg, but those in the provinces, that he contributed greatly to their profits. Everyone wanted to read about what he was doing, or planning to do. They liked pictures of the beautiful women he dated, and fortunately they papers only called it dating. Should they report on how many women he slept with, and sometimes more than one, his reputation might not have been so great amongst the people.

He had one affair that had been placed in the papers so long ago now that no one remembered. It had caused him grief and he had come to an understanding then with the papers. They could report on all sorts of things that he did, but what happened in his bed, and who with, were never to be reported.

“Highness,” he saluted by sharply bringing his heels together. Then he leaned over and kissed the proffered hand. Margaritte didn’t rise when he entered, for she too was a princess of the Fitzroy Perry blood. Though he did outrank her, she was establishing her rights. He had encountered such women before. And of course he had met Margaritte many times. She was one of the most beautiful ladies in Steilenberg. He agreed with his father about that. Was she the woman he would marry, that still was to be determined.

“You do me great honor by visiting and so early in the day? Why I think the sun has only been up a few short hours.”

“Yes, I saw it rise for I have not been to sleep yet. Too much to do and so I must burn that candle at both ends.”

She trilled, for that was what her laugh was. Like a little precious bird. Blond hair, a descendent of one of the infusions from the north. She was one of the many cousins, and anyone who had the least amount of Fitzroy Perry blood seemed to want to proclaim that they were a cousin. Not that his cousin Gerald did, fool. He would have to tell him that the next time he came to town he need use some scent or other to hide the smell of his cows.

Perhaps that would be a good reason to marry, then he would place children between the man and the throne. Every son would cause the need for his cousin Gerald to come to the capital less frequently. “What would you say to eight sons?” He asked Margaritte. Not only because the thought occurred to him just then, but also eight would be needed to bear the damn platform with St. Michael atop it. He was still sore from that. Sure that he had torn a muscle in his shoulder.

“Eight, I think you need to first marry, and then we shall discuss it.” She smiled but he saw that it did not reach her eyes. She was calculating what that question had meant.

“You must meet my cousin Gerald. You know he is next in line to the throne after me? It so irks Athalan. My brother has never accepted that he is not in the line of succession.”

“I do not think of Athalan much,” Margaritte said.

Reginald nodded, “You know most women are like that, but I think that is a mistake. Not that women should like him for his charms or his looks, though you would think with his parents he would look better. No, I think women should like Athalan for his ambition. And what he will do with that ambition should he find he is disliked.”

She laughed again but not the trill she had before. This was forced. “You make him sound dangerous.”

Reginald nodded, “He is probably the most dangerous man I know. I fear that in the years to come we may find out just how dangerous he is. Father refuses to see it. You should know this also should I court you to be my bride and then the Grand Princess. If we were to have any sons, Athalan would not necessarily be there friend.”

She did not laugh, “If you feel this way, then why not exile him? Surely you could arrange that.”

“He is the son of my father, and he is my brother. I know his ambitions seethes inside of him but until he acts upon it, I will do nothing. It is an unspoken truce between us. He wants recognition for all his efforts for a country he will never lead. I pretend that when I am Grand Prince I will do something to aid in his desires.”

She shook her pretty blonde head. She was twenty three he had been told and overripe for marriage. But she was holding herself out for the biggest fish that she could find, and that was him. Did that make cousin Gerald the second biggest fish? Smelling of fish and cow, the man was intolerable.

Well once Reginald was wed and producing some boys, then it would not matter. Cousin Gerald could stay in the country forever. There were other younger cousins who could carry the damn platform during the pageant. And if he had hurt his shoulder, then Reginald would force his father to take a flux and stay in bed next pageant. That was a way to get out of carrying the dame platform. If he had to act as regent for his father for even an hour, it would supersede all other duties and requirements. Athalan had told him that, but only after they got to the damn top of the hill and the Palace gates this year.

Gratitude Log

  1. El Pollo Loco-The Tostada Bowls–I have been eating these for a number of years and though I typically do not like mexican food, the bowls not only have edible food within, but the bowl themselves are edible.
  2. Campbell’s Soup–During the cold drinking these were great. Cream of Mushroom is especially my favorite and Ralphs has been selling them for $1.
  3. Apple iBooks–Still finding new, free books to download. Last night Jeeves and Wooster by PG Wodehouse.
  4. Edgar Rice Burroughs –Wrote a Ruritanian Romance called The Mad King . I am rereading again on my iPhone courtesy of iBooks .
  5. Wishlists–What an incredible and powerful thing when you are broke. Really broke and going into your retirement savings to pay for food. Just place things on the Wishlist when you see what you would like to have and one day, perhaps you can get them.

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Crossed another milestone in the year end milestones. The 4000 pages record has now been bumped out to over 4200 pages. With probably another 5 pages to go today finished up 1,260,809 words. What will be the next milestone before the end of the year?

As I achieved this victory, I was looking at Apple’s iBookstore and found a wealth of books that Project Gutenberg ProjectGutenberg-freeebooksonlinedownloadforiPad%2CKindle%2CNook%2CAndroid%2CiPhone%2CiPodTouch%2CSonyReader.agh4YJXRHTgx.jpg had transcribed. Little did I think I would find one of my favorites there, and one that I had been thinking of rereading. Little Fuzzy by H. Beam Piper which should still be under copyright. It is not 75 years since publication, though Piper did kill himself in the sixties.

I wrote a review for it at LibraryThing in my copy of the Fuzzy Papers

http://www.librarything.com/work/178808/book/37839520

This is a dual book combining Little Fuzzy and Fuzzy Sapiens, and though I have read it several times, my memory, specifically is a little fuzzy. Charming, heart-warming are keywords that I can attribute to these tales. It deals with our human expansion to the stars and our encountering those little green martians we have always expected. Accept they are not what we have thought.

That have not always been there in their UFO’s spying on us, or are part of a xenocidal race that wants our extinction. If anything man wants to see the end of the alien. Perhaps bleeding heart liberals would be the thought of the defender of the Fuzzy, but Piper writes of Fuzzy in such a way as to make then an endearing race. Part little child, part puppy dog, if my memory is correct.

The conflict is that if there are alien intelligences out there, who owns that world. We have seen Cherryh look at this from a distance in Downbelow Station, and the same with Weber in On Basilisk Station, but those books were not focused on the thought of someone speaking up for that Alien’s rights and ensuring that they are protected. That is the plot line here. We have a company world that wants to exploit the world, we have a native intelligence that needs to be defended working within the system, but unable to articulate for themselves their defense. Hence a really great set of books that led to two additional authors writing books about them, and then years after Piper’s death, a third tome being unearthed and published.

Here are 4 pictures of this work from the Internet
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Downloading the manuscript onto my iPhone, I was thus able reread this work that has stuck with me for more than 30 years once more, my copies of the books in the series are in storage. It took an hour here, and another there and went pretty quickly. The screen size of the iPhone only allowing 3 or 4 sentences per page.

In comparing my review to the reread the book is dated and the editing, while the subject matter does reflect science fiction of he sixties, a great deal of time is spent on the subject of sapience in the creatures, who are more cat like then puppy-dog like. Perhaps Piper had a kitten at the time he wrote the book. The conflict is there, and there are heartwarming scenes. Point of view changes too drastically sometimes. And some character could be better fleshed out. Once the action shifts to the courtroom and the scientists, we become victims of the sixties and their exploration of things that had not been worked on before.

A great deal of the court room drama is over the scientists definition of sapience, which had been discussed when our lovable aliens had first been met. Now as a forty year old instead of in my teens so much closer to when the book was first written, I see the technical mistakes as well as see that the scenes could have been better worked on. To heighten the drama there are red herrings and these probably need some more interaction, or build up so that the areas that are thick with science can be reduced.

We love these Fuzzies and though I know having read this many times that the Fuzzies have to be regarded as sentient, there should be more drama showing that it is not going to be a homerun. More doubt, less assurance. That would sharpen it.

Yet still a great way to spend a few hours with a book nearly fifty years old and a story though dated, still brings tears to my eyes and a giant smile at all the right times.

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Here on the last day of May I have been reviewing my word count and find that I have crossed over the 400,000 limit this last week. Since the last update I had entered all the changes of the second draft of Caution’s Heir so that is now finished completely and ready to be shopped around. I have composed a query letter and now must just find agents and editors to send this too.

Taking up the reins of the next project I struggled with an outline for another regency for several days and so revisited the manuscript of Terra’s Birthright. While the story and plot for that was decent, as I reread my earlier work nearly twenty years old, I find I am much better at the craft now than I was then. I have added to it, nearly 150 pages and this is one of the two projects I am working on concurrently to finish. I also have over forty pages of the manuscript now for the next regency, Two Peas in a Pod, the story of twins who are so close in appearance that they often switch roles with one another. I think that my regencies get better with each telling.

The Gratitude Log

1) Painter X–PastedGraphic6.WW7qOV829S32.jpgI have been playing with more and more and making pictures such as MomnDad-03-Flowerfinal.6cWhHeuOKNY8.jpg this.
2) We Rule–Screenshot2010-05-31at5.15.19PM.9OtGk0U1gONO.jpg a game for the iPhone and iPad in which I spend time every day growing my kingdom.
3) Cafe World–PastedGraphic.ACuYsMLDqzUM.jpg-another game. This one at Facebook. A great time waster also.
4) iPhone–PastedGraphic1.9pDPhYckO8O6.jpgWhich makes possible phone calls, music, games and so much more.
5) Exercise–I have been riding the stationary bike again this last week and that is a good feeling.

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